Impulse.

Breakdown.

    *Monique in the picture*

                                                     April 2, 2019
                                                11:42 PM

Jordan Banks|| Jojo.

I know you love fuckin' me (Fuckin' me, fuckin' me)
I can tell by the way you in love with me (Love with me)
You can't get enough of me, yeah
Well, I guess it's lookin' like you stuck with me

Music boomed through my whole apartment instantly waking me out of my sleep.

My sister bald head ass always playing jhene geico or whatever the bitch name is.

"Mo turn that shit down," I yelled jumping outta bed making my way to the living room where she was braiding hair.

I hated sharing an apartment with this girl, always had hoes over here getting their hair done with weave all over my damn floors.

"Aht aht, don't come in here with that shit," Monique said dramatically pointing a comb in my face.

"Bro what's to you" I mugged unplugging the speaker from the wall.

"Jojo you must wanna get smacked," she stale faced me.

"A nigga tryna sleep, Ion wanna hear this shit," I said making my way back to my room.

I went in my closet & grabbed my work clothes & got in the shower.

I been working at this small retail store up the street from my apartment for about a year now. I lowkey hate this shit, gotta deal with rude ass customers every day & put up with it but I gotta make money somehow.

Almost every nigga I knew was either selling drugs or scamming' niggas, ion judging cuz niggas gotta do what they gotta do but that ain't the type of person I am. If I'ma make money I'ma make that shit the right way.

Aaliyah Smith|| Liyah.

I slowly sat up in my hospital bed holding my right shoulder to ease the pain.

I wiped the remaining tears from my face & drank out of my water bottle.

I've been feeling so depressed & overwhelmed over the past 24 hours, not one single person has come to check up on me.

I wanted my mama to be here so bad & tell me how everything would be okay but she wasn't, she was probably somewhere else tending to her stepdaughters. Nobody ever gave a fuck about me or how I felt & that was tearing me up inside.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a knock on the door & in walked the nurse.

"Hi Ms.Smith how're you feeling this morning," the doctor questioned.

"I'm okay,"

"You have someone here to see you," she said with a warm smile before dismissing herself.

As soon as she left out my watery eyes were met with my stepbrother, he looked like he wanted to cry which only made me Breakdown even more.

"Poodah you came, I thought everybody forgot about me," I said through a cracking voice with tears streaming down my face.

"Liyah I could never forget about you. I'm sorry, I swear I would've been here sooner if I knew. I would've came & made sure you was good, bro I would've killed them niggas. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry bro," Rico repeated over & over now holding me in his arms.

I sat there & cried in my brother's arms, he was the only one who really cared about me. The only reason why I'm still alive, it was like I was only living for him, without my brother I probably would've been dead due to a suicide. He always kept me motivated & when my father passed he was my biggest support system.